As it’s only eight days until Christmas, I thought I’d tell you a little story.
…….No, it’s not the one about the little boy born in a barn.
Way, way back, when portable music played on a Walkman and Atari’s Space Invaders topped the computer charts, a group of children went to a party. But, this was no ordinary party. No, this was a Christmas Eve party.
The children ran around like lunatics, while their parents danced the night away. Eventually, after huge amounts of Coca Cola and too many mince pies, the children tired and headed to bed, exhausted.
But this was Christmas Eve. These children couldn’t sleep. Besides, they wouldn’t willingly go to sleep for their parents on a normal day, there was no way tonight would be any different.
As they lay there, not mucking about, they heard it. The jingle of bells. Faint at first, but then louder. Father Christmas was here!
The children rushed to the window and stared at the dark sky. They couldn’t see him, but they knew he was there. The sound of the sleigh, high above the roof tops.
And, in case you are wondering, all the children went to sleep after that.
So, this is a memory I always think of when Father Christmas is mentioned – Yes, I was one of those children.
What are your favorite memories of Christmas? Have you ever heard or seen Santa? Do you believe in Father Christmas? Come on, tell me those stories.
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I used to play Space Invaders until my hand wouldn’t press the fire button anymore. Loved those days. Wait. Hand cramp. 🙂
Great post, Donna!
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Gene, my favorite Space Invaders was the guided missile level. The Wii needs to re-release it.
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Love your Christmas memory. Going back to when my children were young, I remember how my boys would sleep by the Christmas tree. They claimed it gave them “the Christmas spirit.” Of course, they had to abandon that post on Christmas Eve so as not to deter Santa from his appointed rounds.
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Lol, Love it! How many days before Christmas did your boys start their vigil?
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Hi Donna
As they lay there, not mucking about … Love those words, great phraseology 🙂
I don’t have much in the way of Santa memories. But we always do the letter, milk and cookies bit with my girl. I, er sorry, Santa, has to write a letter back! We used to film her in the morning when she went to look at the tree and for years she used to practically bounce up and down with excitement saying he’d been. She’s a bit wiser but we play the game … She doesn’t want to miss out on the presents!
Cheers
Nige
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Nigel, I was a good girl. I never mucked about……well,……
We also still leave the glass of milk and cookie on the mantle. And, a carrot on the doorstep for Rudolph. Every year, Mark takes a hugev bite out of it to prove Rudolph ate some 🙂
My kids are eleven, and 8. You never get too old, lol.
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Awe, this is a beautiful story. I remember those Christmas Eve parties at my grandparent’s house. The adults would drink and be Merry while us kids would run around. My grandmother would even sit down at the piano once she had a few too many and play Christmas carols. It was the only time of year she played. Fun stuff, Donna!
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Good childhood memories. I would have loved to see you gran play that piano. Absolutely Fabulous!
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